THE PERVERTED SHRINK CH. 01
When the cure is worse than the disease…
Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
My name is Christie, and I am a sex therapist. Why did I choose that profession? Not because of my altruistic nature or because I am fascinated by the human body. No, my reason was much more down-to-earth and much simpler. I was -- and still am -- a dirty, opportunistic slut.
By the end of my freshman year in college, I had taken 27 cocks up my twat and 9 up my ass, given out 35 blowjobs and 79 handjobs. Yes, I kept tabs -- judge me if you like -- it made me feel even more of a slut. Anyway, needless to say that by the time I graduated, I was as experienced as a forty-year old street whore.
Once I had my own practice -- thanks to daddy's financial support -- word spread quickly. Most of my customers were high-society married couples who had lost the spark and were looking for tips and tricks to spice up their love life.
Usually, the husbands were rich and influential and I would let them have their way with me in one-on-one sessions, while their wives were reading a magazine in the waiting room. Of course, sometimes it was the other way around and I would pleasure the wife, while hubby was less than thirty feet away.
I was down for pretty much anything, and let my clients use me to act out all of their twisted and depraved fantasies, which greatly improved their overall happiness -- and thus also their married life -- and caused them to recommend me to their friends.
Word spread and my business boomed. Pretty soon, I was doing more fucking, sucking and licking than listening and talking. I was nothing more than a whore with a fancy degree!
As I was getting all the dick, cum and pussy I could possibly want during office hours, I didn't really feel the need for any kind of relationship, unless you count sucking off the pizza guy twice a week. You wouldn't believe how much I saved on tips.
On occasion, I would take on other cases as well, just to keep myself from getting bored. As was the case with Isabelle and her son Jason. Their case was referred to me by a fellow therapist who I had 'helped' several months before. However, unbothered by any moral center, I rarely actually helped, but instead preferred to use my influence and expertise to fuck my patients up even more.
"Isabelle Durant?" I asked, standing in the door opening of my practice, looking into the waiting room, reading her name for my clipboard.
"Hello doctor," she said as she got up and followed me.
"Good morning Isabelle," I said, "How are you today?"
"I am fine," she replied as we sat down in opposite couches, "It's my son, Jason."
"Is he the young man in the waiting room?" I asked redundantly, "What seems to be the problem?"
"Well, I uh... I've uh... been finding sperm around the house lately," she said, shyly.
"I see, are you sure it was sperm?"
"Positive."
"Ok, and did you confront Jason with it?"
"I didn't at first... it was just in his room and on his bed sheets, so I didn't say anything about it..."
"I see, but what changed?"
"Last week, I found cum in the shower drain," she blurted out.
"Did you say something about it?"
"No, his college classes start really early, he's usually out the door before I get up... and since I didn't want to wait until that evening to say anything about it, I left him a note on the fridge."
"And what was on that note, Isabelle?"
"Found sperm in the shower, it's disgusting... don't let it happen again!"
"I take it that didn't solve the problem?"
"No, the next morning I found an even bigger glob in the drain," she said.
"So, what did you do?"
"I wrote him another note. It read: found sperm in the shower AGAIN... it's not funny and still disgusting, stop masturbating in the shower!"
"But that still didn't solve the problem."
"No."
"And here you are," I smiled, thinking of how perfect of a victim she was.
"Here I am," she returned the smile, thinking I was just being polite.
"Well, Isabelle, your son is becoming a man, and while it's perfectly normal for him to masturbate and dump his cum wherever he wants, he has to respect your wishes and stay away from the shower..." I said, knowing perfectly well that wasn't what she meant.
"I... uh... that's uh..." she stammered, not knowing how to tell me she didn't fully agree with me. Taking advantage of her stammering, I said, "Look, we'll take care of it Isabelle... don't discuss the issue with Jason anymore, if you find any more cum, just ignore it for now, I'll have a talk with him."
"Oh, okay," she said, getting up as I did also, eager to get her out of the room.
"Jason?" I said, inviting him in. Reluctantly, the young man got up and walked into my office, but not before glancing me and up and down a couple of times.
Without waiting for an invitation, he slumped down on one of the couches, clearly conveying his unwillingness at being there.
"Well Jason, your mother tells me you've been masturbating quite a lot these last few days."
"Yeah so what, I've been jerking off since like forever... what's the big deal?"
"It's not a big deal Jason, quite the contrary: it's very healthy for a young man like yourself to masturbate frequently; tell me, how often do you jerk off?"
"Usually twice a day, more in the weekend," he said, pretending not to be embarrassed.
"And what do you with your... load?" I asked bluntly.
"Look doc, I know I should clean up after myself and I should respect my mom's wishes. I get..."
"No, Jason," I replied.
"No? No to what?" he replied curiously.
"No, you don't have to clean up after yourself, and no, you don't have to respect your mom's wishes!"
"Excuse me?" Jason said, showing real interest in our conversation for the first time.
"You don't really wanna clean up after yourself, do you? You want your mom to find the cum you've worked so hard for, pumping it out of your fat prick, don't you?"
"Hey look doc, I don't know where you're going with this, but this is getting a little weird for my taste!"
"It's not getting weird, your cock is getting hard and fat, that's all," I replied, looking down at the bulge in his pants, "But you know how to take care of that, don't you?"
He just gawked at me for a moment, not knowing what to say or do.
"Why don't you whip it out and pump it? You'll feel better," I smiled, as I started unbuttoning my blouse, "Here, I'll even give you something to look at."
He didn't move and just watched me take off my blouse. Then, as I unclasped my bra and took it off, he finally reached for his pants and took out his ridiculously big cock.
"Jeez, what kind of a doctor are you?" he said, as he started jacking off, gawking at my big, fat tits.
Ignoring his question, I smiled and said, "I want you to cum all over this coffee table! Can you do that, Jason?"
He nodded fiercely as he kept wanking furiously, gawking at my tits. I just sat there, smiling at him, letting him use me as inspiration to climax. He pumped his fat dick for minutes on end. Suddenly, he jumped up and leaned over the coffee table, spurting a colossal amount of sperm all over it.
Satisfied, he slumped back on the couch.
"There, don't you feel better now?" I asked as I started putting my bra on again.
As I put my blouse back on as well, I continued, "Well Jason, I think we're going to need to get together several times a week to help you through this. Meanwhile, keep doing what you're doing and cum wherever you want around the house. I've squared things with your mom. She won't give you a hard time anymore. Don't discuss any of this with her, okay?"
"Okay doc, are you sure?"
"Trust me," I said.
After talking to Isabelle again and convincing her that we needed to see each other at least three times a week for the foreseeable future, I smiled as I thought of how much fun it was going to be, fucking them up.
Two days later, we had our next appointment. Isabelle came in first.
"So, Isabelle... have things improved?"
"Not quite," she said, "Yesterday, there was cum all over the bathroom floor!"
"What do you mean, all over the floor?"
"Exactly what I said. This wasn't just some discrete tug job on his knees; he must have been standing for that one -- and probably even walking around; there were cum drops all over!"
"So, it was a big load?" I asked.
"Well, yes... I guess so," she replied, a bit confused.
"And today?"
"He uh..."
"What? Tell me Isabelle..."
"He jacked off all over my towel," she blurted out, still a bit shocked.
"Are you sure? Maybe he just used it to clean up his cum," I asked.
"No, there... uh... weren't any smudges or smears... just globs and ropes," she clarified, clearly embarrassed.
"I see..." I replied, pressing my legs together, squirming in my chair.
"Whatever you said to him, doc, I don't think it's working," she said.
"This isn't an exact science, Isabelle, this could take a few tries..." I said. I then quickly worked her out of the door, eager to get started on Jason.
He walked in, clearly less distraught than his mother.
After sitting down, I said, "So, Jason, your mom tells me you're still jacking off in the bathroom... on the floor and on her towel. That's good!"
"You told me to cum wherever I wanted, so I did... but I don't think that mom..."
"Let me worry about your mom, Jason. You just keep pumping that cock of yours and dumping cum."
"But... I... I..." he stammered.
"What would you like to do now?" I interrupted him.
"What?" he said, baffled.
"What do you want to do right now?" I repeated.
"Jack off," he replied bluntly. No surprise there.
"And where do you want to cum? Be honest, Jason... this is important!"
"Anywhere?"
"Just tell me, there are no wrong answers here," I replied.
"In... in your face!" he blurted out, slightly embarrassed.
I smiled and said, "What if I said that you could?"
"What?" he said, shocked, "Are you serious?"
Amused by his enthusiasm, I smiled and said, "I am always serious, Jason! You can dump your vile cum in my stupid face."
Baffled and horny as fuck, he swiftly undid his pants and took his hard cock, stroking it.
"Just one condition," I said.
"Name it," he said, as she got up and walked up to me. I could have asked for his soul and he still would have agreed.
"When you cum, I want you to think of your mom," I whispered.
"Fine," he said, walking up to my face, stroking his fat dick. God, he was huge.
He stroked and stroked, looking into my eyes, working himself to a much needed climax. He deliberately bumped his fist and his cock head against my face now and again. I let him.
When I realized that he was getting close, I whispered, "Close your eyes, and think of her."
Reluctantly, but realizing he had made a promise, Jason closed his eyes and continued wanking.
"Can you picture her?"
"Mmm," he nodded. I could tell he wasn't lying.
"Can you picture her tits?"
"Uhuh," he said, speeding up his wanking.
"How about her cunt?"
"Oh fuck," he said, about to explode.
"Say her name," I moaned.
Too far gone to stop now, Jason moaned, "Oh mom..." as he started ejaculating on my face.
"Mom... oh fuck, mom," he whispered as his thick cum splattered against my nose, cheeks and chin.
When he was done, about thirty seconds later, he slumped back on the couch and grunted, "Jeez, doc, you're one sick puppy!"
I smiled, reached under the couch for the box of tissues I kept there and used a couple of them to wipe his spunk off my face.
Then I said, "Okay, that's all the time we have for this week. I like your progress , Jason... and remember to keep pumping that dick of yours!"
"Will do, doc," he said, prancing out of the room with a huge smile on his face.
Four days later, we had our third appointment.
As I opened the door to the waiting room, I could see Isabelle was jumpy, nervous and distraught.
As she got up, I held my hand up and said, "I would like to start with Jason today if that's okay with you, Isabelle?"
"Uh, sure," she said.
Jason got up and gave me an arrogant smirk as he approached me.
"This will only take a minute," I smiled at Isabelle, feeling my cunt twitch.
I closed the door and watched as Jason was taking a seat. I walked over to the couch across from him and unbuttoned my blouse and took it off along with my bra.
As he patted his big dick through his trousers, I said, "You know what I realized Jason, as you were coming in? You haven't seen my pussy yet..."
His eyes grew large, somewhat surprised at my forwardness.
"We can't have that, now can we?" I said as I unzipped my skirt in the back and pushed it down my hips. As it fell to the ground, Jason's jaw dropped when he realized that I wasn't wearing any panties. I had been, but I had fucked one of my regular clients just before and I hadn't bothered with putting them back on.
Jason pulled his hard dick out and started pumping it, looking at me, gawking.
I sat down, reclined against the back of the couch, put my feet up and opened my legs as far as I could, giving young Jason an unimpeded view of my cunt.
"There you go," I said, as I relaxed and watched him pump his prick. He gawked at my pussy as he got on his knees and pushed the coffee table out of the way, scooting closer to me.
I reached down between my legs with both hands and started pulling my lips apart, granting him a lewd, bare look inside.
"Oh my god," he grunted.
"I want you to see me, Jason, I want you to see my most private, most intimate place."
"Fuck," he grunted, staring his eyes out, leaning in for an even closer view.
Realizing he wasn't going to last very long under the current circumstances, I whispered, "Jason, when you're ready, I want you to push the tip in and cum inside of me..."
"What?" he exclaimed, as he started jacking off faster. I knew there wasn't much time now.
"Pretend it's your mother's twat, Jason... say her name when you cum!" I whispered, bracing myself as I knew this was the moment.
He got up from his knees and leaned forward, gently nudging the tip against my wet twat, looking into my eyes incredulously.
He pushed and entered me, giving his throbbing cock a few last pumps before squirting inside of me. There wasn't much of his dick inside, just his swollen tip, just as I had requested. He grunted and moaned as he kept pumping.
"Oh mom... oh, fuck yeah!" he blurted out.
He convulsed violently and hummed deeply. When he was done, he pulled out and stumbled back towards his couch. Satisfied and still shocked at what I had let him do, he gawked at me, drinking in my naked body.
"Can I... just look at you for a few more minutes?" he asked, his left hand idling on his crotch.
"Of course," I smiled. I looked at him, he looked at me. When his cum started seeping out about two minutes later, he leaned forward for a better look. I felt it running out, but I didn't even budge.
For Jason, this was a wonderful, unique experience but for a seasoned whore like me, this wasn't quite a red letter moment. As a matter of fact, this was my fourth load up my twat today. I had also swallowed three and taken a facial.
After about five minutes of letting him stare at me, I got up and started pulling my skirt back up. While I put my bra and blouse back on, I said, "I am going to talk to your mother for a bit... would you like me to call you back in for a couple of seconds?"
"Yes please," he nodded eagerly. I smiled.
I walked him to the waiting room and called Isabelle in.
"Welcome back Isabelle," I said as I closed the door behind her, "It's been four days now since we last saw each other. How are things?"
"Doc," she said, "It seems to be getting worse every day!"
"Really? Tell me what happened," I replied, acting innocent.
"The morning after our last session, I was hopeful when I entered the bathroom. Not a single drop of cum to be found. But when I got downstairs, I saw thick white ribbons of cum meticulously draped on our kitchen counter; it's black marble, so you can understand the contrast was quite disturbing."
"I bet," I replied, clenching my legs closed as I pictured it, "And did you ignore it?"
"Yes, I did doc," she replied.
"I see," slightly quivering as I felt Jason's cum still clinging to my thighs, "Then what happened?"
"Instead of just in the morning, I began finding cum everywhere in the house all through the day; some places that were clean an hour before, suddenly had cum stains on them... usually fresh ones. All in places he knew I would look: I am telling you doc, I don't think these sessions are working!"
"Let's not jump to conclusions," I whispered.
"Not jump to conclu... doc, Sunday, I was reading a book in the living room, while he was watching tv. When I went to do some laundry and take a leak, there was a big, fat glob of sperm on the page I was reading when I got back! And he was just sitting there, watching tv, pretending like nothing had happened!"
"Oh my," I said, as my pussy spontaneously contracted. "And did you say anything?"
"No... you told me not to, I wanted to, but I didn't!"
"Good, Isabelle, I know that couldn't have been easy, but it's important not to acknowledge and thereby reinforce his behavior," I replied, "I'll have another talk with him. We need to get to the bottom of this!"
"Ok," she whispered, clearly having serious doubts about my approach.
I started asking questions about her childhood, about her relationships, about her insecurities, about her job... about the happy and less happy moments in her life. It had nothing to do with what she was there for, but I needed to pass the time, until Jason would be able to perform again.
I kept a close eye on the clock, having told myself that he'd need at least twenty minutes to recuperate. So, Isabelle nagged and ranted on about herself, while I nodded and pretended to scribble some things down.
After almost half an hour, I said, "Okay Isabelle, that's all for today... I am going to have another serious talk with your son now and hopefully we'll see some improvements soon."
"Okay," she said as she got up.
While we were walking towards the door, she said, "You know, I feel a lot better... this little talk has done wonders. I am much more relaxed now."
"Good, Isabelle, that's what these sessions are for," I lied through my teeth, as I let her out and invited Jason back in.
As I glanced down at his crotch, I could see another bulge. He was definitely ready to go again.
"So, what are we doing?" he asked, his arrogance and lust reinforcing each other. I liked it.
"What if I told you that you could jerk off while looking at your mother?"
"Why would I want to do that?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"Because your mother is a gorgeous, sexy woman... and because she's off limits."
"Well, yeah, but..."
"And because it would be very disrespectful," I added. That made him think twice.
"I know, but..." he hesitated.
"But what?" I asked.
"I was kinda of hoping that you... you know, would get me off," he blurted out.
"Oh," I smiled, "I'd be happy to. You don't have to do it yourself!" I smiled, giving him all the wrong signals and messages, "How about I give you a nice handjob while you look at her?"
"I'll even let you cum on my skirt," I added. He gawked down at my black skirt, trying to imagine his white, gooey cum all over it. That seemed to seal the deal.
"How?" he asked, intrigued.
"Follow me," I smiled, as I walked to the corner of my office to another door, marked 'PRIVATE'. He chuckled as he followed me in and saw his mother sitting in the waiting room through the one-way mirror on the far wall. Upon examining the room more closely, he also noticed that there was a similar -- smaller -- one-way mirror next to the door, showing the consultation room.
"Kinky," he smiled as he briefly glanced at me, then looked back at his mom, who was reading a magazine. After letting him stare for about ten seconds, letting him contemplate the idea, I walked up next to him and said, "You can see her, but she can't see you... and the room is soundproof, so you can moan and scream all you want!"
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'You'll jack me off?" he asked.
I nodded.
"And I can cum on your skirt?"
Again I nodded.
"Deal," he blurted out as he whipped out his cock and got on his knees.
I squatted down next to him and reached for his growing dick. Slowly I started pumping it as he glanced at his mom, dressed in her dark blue skirt, her high heels and her white blouse which did surprisingly little to hide the large globes under there.
As his gaze lingered on her rack, I leaned in and whispered, "Fat tits, huh?"
"Mmm," he moaned, keeping his eyes on them.
"Would you like to see them?" I asked, lovingly stroking his cock.
He looked at me, confused. Then, after a few seconds, he glanced back at her and nodded his head, whispering, "Yes."
"And what about her twat?" I asked.
Again he nodded, barely keeping it together and groaned, "Her fucking cunt!"
"Cum on my skirt, stud," I smiled, realizing he was close. He gawked at his mom and convulsed, shooting a first, thick ribbon across my skirt.
"Oh, fucking whore," he moaned. I couldn't quite tell who that insult was directed at, but it didn't matter. I kept jacking his young, thick cock and helped him empty his balls all over my black skirt. Needless to say, it was a disgusting mess by the time he was done.
When he was empty, I briefly bent down and took his spent cock in my mouth, giving him a little additional pleasure as he was no doubt gawking at his mom, barely five meters away.
"You're seriously fucked up, doc!" he said as he headed back for the consultation room.
I smiled, taking that as a compliment.
"Okay, you've made some excellent progress today... it's time for the next phase; for this, I am going to need you to stop dumping your cum for a while, at least where your mom can find it, okay?"
"Whatever you say, doc," he replied, still gawking at my ruined skirt.
"And could you bring a large picture of your mom next time?" I asked.
Confused, he glanced back at me, about to walk out the door and stammered, "Uh, yeah... sure."
Three days later we had our fourth appointment. It was time to step things up a notch. I invited Jason in first. From the second he got up from his chair in the waiting room, I could see the bulge in his pants -- he was positively oozing testosterone.
As he closed the door behind him, I asked, "Did you bring the picture I asked for?"
"Yes," he said, as he produced a rolled-up, A4-sized picture of Isabelle's face, wearing sunglasses and smiling. She looked both beautiful and endearing.
"Perfect," I replied as I took the picture and headed for the mirror room, undoing my skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Once inside, I wriggled out of my black panties and got on my back on the table and spread my legs as wide as I could, holding Isabelle's picture in front of my face.
"Jesus Christ!" Jason whispered, as he walked in, shocked by the position I had assumed.
"I want you to fuck me, Jason," I blurted out, "I want you to ram your fat cock in me, fuck me with it and then cum inside of me, while you're thinking of your mom!"
"My god, doc, you are such a slut," he moaned, as he took out his erection and stepped up to the table, ramming his shaft into my slut cunt in one swift push.
"Oh fuck yeah!" I whined as I was still holding the picture in front of my face. Jason now had the choice of either looking at the picture, or at a live sight of Isabelle through the glass. The poor thing didn't last thirty seconds.
"Oh mom, oh fuck... mommy!' he whined, as he pumped me full with his stuff.
When I figured he was fully done, I carefully lowered the picture and asked, "How was that?"
"That was fucking awesome, doc!" he replied enthusiastically, "Are you okay?"
"I am fine Jason," I smiled, as I put the picture down and hopped off the table, "Go wait for me in the office, okay?"
"Sure thing doc," he replied as he left the room. I smiled when I thought about how much progress I had made with Jason. I had completely sexualized his mother, given his disrespect and arrogance a boost and significantly reduced his respect for both his mom and me -- and probably women in general.
As I walked back into the office, in my bare cunt, Jason smiled and stared at it. I sat down on the couch across from him and opened my legs as wide as I could, giving him a perfect view of my recently fucked pussy. When I put my right hand between my legs and inserted two fingers up my twat, his smile disappeared and he just gawked at me, incredulously.
"As soon as you're able to," I whispered, "I want you to fuck me again, Jason!"
He didn't reply, he was too focused on my twat and my fingers. His right hand instinctively went down to his flaccid dick, still hanging out of his pants. I put my left foot on the couch with me and started fingering the shit out of my poor twat.
Except for my shallow breathing, the sopping noises I started producing were the only sound in the room. It took his cock a few minutes to start showing any sign of life again, and even then it took him another seven minutes to get fully hard again.
By that time, I was ready to make myself cum, and I did. I came right in front of him, in that disgustingly lewd position. I leaked and squirted on the floor, right in front of him. It was an extremely intimate thing to do and I knew Jason wouldn't appreciate it -- why would he? I shook and convulsed as my pussy violently contracted around my skilled fingers.
When my orgasm was over and I was gently pulling my fingers out, he got up and walked up to me, whispering, "Still want me to fuck you?"
"Yesssss," I hissed, "Go get the picture."
Reluctantly -- but realizing he wasn't putting his dick in me without that picture -- he scampered into the little room, and hurried back out a few seconds later, handing it to me. He then leaned over me, putting his hands on the back of the couch, right next to my head, while he gently nudged the big tip of his cock against my already worn-out twat.
Once again, I held the picture in front of my face, and whispered, "Fuck me!"
In one swift shove, the whole length of his shaft slid into me, all the way to my cervix. The way I was sprawled open for him, only helped to accommodate his deep penetration. He started fucking me, hard and boorishly -- just the way I liked it. Since the office -- unlike the mirror room -- wasn't sound proof, I had to refrain myself from moaning and screaming.
After getting off as quickly as he could and dumping his second load deep inside of me, he pulled out and collapsed on the carpet in between the couches. I laid down on my back, relaxing and enjoying the aftermath of this wonderfully degrading fucking session.
Several minutes later, I glanced up at the clock and realized my time with Jason was up. I used a few tissues to clean myself up, got dressed again, sprayed on some perfume to mask the odor of sex and cum and put the picture of Isabelle in a separate file for possible future use.
As I escorted Jason to the door, he briefly wobbled my right tit up and down through my blouse, very disrespectfully. Pleasantly surprised, I smiled and stopped just short of opening the door. I let him do his thing, squeezing and gently smacking my boobs around for about twenty seconds.
When he got bored, he let go and said, "Alright, see you next time, doc."
I smiled and nodded, feeling pretty lewd and horny. When I invited Isabelle in, I was worried that she would notice, or smell, that something was off. Luckily, she didn't.
I maneuvered around so that she was closest to the couch I had masturbated in for Jason. She took the bait and sat down in the exact same position as her son had fucked the shit out of me just a few minutes before. If only she knew!
"Okay Isabelle," I started, "Let's talk about your sex life. What's that like?"
"Non-existent," she whispered, "My husband died a few years ago... and even before, we were not the most sexually active couple."
"And there's currently no one to... fill the void?" I asked.
"No... I have a full-time job and a household to run, I don't have time to date."
"I see... and how is your sex-drive?" I asked.
"Close to nothing," Isabelle said, "Sure, I've got feelings like anyone else on occasion, I guess, but nothing I can't handle."
"And when is the last time you've had an orgasm?" I inquired carefully.
Startled, it took her a few seconds to even consider answering the question.
"I... uh... a while, I guess."
"What's a while, Isabelle? Weeks? Months? Years?"
"I guess about a year or so ago," she admitted, surprised herself at how long it had been.
"I see," I whispered, then let out a long sigh.
"Is there a point to all these questions?" she asked, a tad annoyed by my questioning.
"Look, Isabelle, I think you're a strong, hard-working woman," I said as I felt a bit of her son's cum leaking from my twat, "But you've been neglecting your sexual needs for far too long... and I now believe that Jason is picking up on that!"
"What? Jason? My sexua... that's ridiculous!" she exclaimed, almost affronted.
"I'll give you an example," I spoke softly, "This is our fourth session, and I've never known your nipples not to be lewdly erect and piercing through your blouse."
Embarrassed by my little lie, she immediately covered her tits with both arms and lowered her eyes, not knowing what to say or do.
"Don't get me wrong," I whispered, "I love looking at your tits. They're beautiful, they're huge and your nipples are... tantalizingly gorgeous. But if a trained professional like myself finds herself wondering what it would be like to suck on them..."
I paused for dramatic effect as Isabelle looked up at me in pure shock and confusion.
"... I can only imagine what effect they'd have on a sex-crazed teenager like your son."
"I haven't... I mean, it's not my intention..." she stammered.
"No, of course not, hon," I smirked, "We all know that it doesn't take much to arouse a boy his age, to make him start pumping his dick."
"Do... do you think... he's uhm... thinking of me when he... you know," she stammered.
"Yes, Isabelle, I think he does," I replied. Shocked once again, she stared at the floor for a moment.
"He wants you to see his sperm," I whispered, "He wants you to find it and be impressed, maybe even aroused by it."
"Eventually maybe even..." I murmured, deliberately not finishing my sentence.
"What?" she asked, intrigued.
"Well, you know... give it to you!"
"You mean..." she whispered, staring into the distance as her mind was racing, trying to come to terms with that idea.
"It's actually more common than you might think. Eighty-five percent of all teenage boys masturbate frequently while thinking of family members," I said. I didn't have a clue if what I was saying was close to the truth or not. Frankly, I didn't care -- nor did it matter.
Isabelle was thinking of her son as a sexual being, instead of rebellious teenager, for the first time. And that was enough progress for one session. I swiftly wrapped things up and escorted a bewildered and still slightly embarrassed Isabelle to the door.
"I'll see you next time, Isabelle," I smiled, "Send in Jason for a minute, will ya?"
"Yes doctor," she said, as she walked back into the waiting room. Leaving the door open, I undid my skirt, and unbuttoned my blouse as I strolled over to the mirror room. As I unhooked my bra and pulled down my panties, I heard Jason walk into the office and close the door.
Feeling more than just a tad randy, I hopped onto the table and got on my hands and knees, facing the one-way mirror and a clearly distraught Isabelle.
"Oh fuck," Jason gasped as he walked in, his dick already in hand.
When I lowered my head onto the table and put my hands on my ass cheeks, lewdly pulling them apart, he gasped again and whispered, "Jesus doc, you ARE a fucking whore!"
I smiled to myself, but didn't reply. Instead, I just sat there -- in that ridiculously inappropriate position -- and listened to Jason beating his prick and panting.
After about two minutes, he wedged his throbbing tip in between my ass cheeks, looking for my pussy. Barely twenty thrusts later, it was all over. After wiping his dick on my left ass cheek, he simply zipped up and took a step back.
"Thanks doc," he said, not even out of breath.
"Jason," I said, looking back over my shoulder, "Be extra nice to your mother for the next couple of days."
"Why?" he asked, gawking at my twat, dripping with his spunk.
"Trust me," I replied, still not moving, "Consider it part of the treatment."
"Whatever you say doc," he said, absentmindedly, still enjoying the view.
I stayed in that submissive position for as long as he wanted, just letting him watch to his heart's content. After about a minute and a half, he suddenly took a deep breath and walked up to me, disrespectfully slapping my ass and crudely wobbling one of my tits back and forth.
I chuckled and whispered, "Bye Jason."
Shocked that I didn't at least give him an annoyed look, he smirked and replied, "Bye doc."
[to be continued]
Chapter 2
THE PERVERTED SHRINK CH. 02
When a plan comes together.
Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
Two days later, it was time for another meeting with Jason and Isabelle. I must admit that I was starting to look forward to our appointments. They had evolved from just patients to one of my favorite projects. I was pleased with the progress I had made.
Jason's arrogance and his disrespect for me had grown considerably, and Isabelle had become more at ease with Jason's sperm all over the house. It was time to step things up a notch.
"Jason," I smiled as I opened the door to the waiting room, "Come on in."
I could tell right away that he was horny and sporting a massive boner. He was clearly expecting me to put out. He simply assumed that I was going to help him get his rocks off. He was right, I was.
"Hi doc," he said as he looked me up and down with a wonderfully, arrogant grin.
"So," I said as I closed the door behind him and got on my knees, not even half a meter from the door, "How about I start by sucking your cock?"
"Fuck yeah," he said eagerly, as he fished out his erection.
I opened my mouth and slid it over his pole. Neither of us spoke or made any kind of sound -- except for me slobbering over his yummy cock. After servicing his young, throbbing cock for the next seven minutes, I jacked him off and made him spurt all over my blouse, my skirt, my bare arms and my legs. God, how I loved making a mess of myself.
He then glanced down at me as I continued sucking and licking his cock and balls, rubbing his residual cum and my saliva all over my slut face.
"So, anything to report?" I asked, another couple of disgusting minutes later, as I finally got up and wiped my face with the back of my right hand.
"Well, it could just be my imagination, but mom seems prettier somehow..."
"Prettier?" I asked, somewhat pleasantly surprised.
"Yeah, she's wearing more make-up than before, she's dressing differently too, a little sexier... maybe she's finally got a boyfriend."
"Maybe," I smiled to myself, realizing Isabelle had been unable to help herself. Now that she knew -- or thought that she knew -- that her son was lusting after her, she had been unable to keep herself from making a bad situation worse.
It was a typically female trade. Above all else, she wanted to be desired. Even if it was by her own son. I could only imagine how much pent-up lust she was fighting.
"She also seemed a little nervous these last few days," he added.
"Thank you, Jason, that'll be all for now," I replied, "I am going to talk to your mom for a bit now. Be sure to be hard when I call you back in. I am going to need you to fuck me like a bitch when I call you back in... would you like that?"
"Sure," he whispered, shrugging his shoulders -- almost indifferent. God, that made my cunt twitch.
When Isabelle walked in, I could see what Jason had been talking about. She was dressing slightly more provocatively, showing a little more skin and her hair was hanging down instead of being tied up into a bun. She was also wearing more lipstick and eyeliner than usual. Her increased nervosity, as Jason had called it, was actually suppressed lust.
She sat down on the couch and commented on what a positive change she'd seen in Jason over the last two days. Not only had she not found any more of his cum, but he'd also been helping her out around the house and paying extra attention to her in general.
He'd clearly taken my request to heart and had made a genuine effort to be an exemplary son. Together with the seed I had planted in Isabelle's mind about him lusting after her, it had helped set the overall mood for what was coming next. A little fire had been lit and it was growing...
After chitchatting for about ten more minutes, I got down to business.
"Isabelle, I would like to try a new breathing technique on you, to help you relax and get deeper in touch with your feelings. As I mentioned last time, you're sexually frustrated and Jason is picking up on that," I said as I pulled up a chair to the couch and sat down right in front of her.
"I... uh... I don't see what that..."
"Let me finish Isabelle," I whispered, putting my index finger against her lips. She gasped and a small shiver ran down her spine. My god, she was horny.
"Trust me Isabelle," I continued as I took my finger away from her lips, "Just do as I do."
I started taking deep, long breaths, holding them in for several seconds at a time.
"I do this with a lot of female patients, Isabelle," I fibbed, "I know what I am doing."
After a few more breaths, I whispered, "Now unbutton your blouse and take it off."
"What?" she asked, fairly alarmed.
"Relax," I said as I started unbuttoning my blouse as well, "I am not asking you to do anything I am not willing to do either. Nice and slow, Isabelle. It's just the two of us here."
Hesitantly, she waited until I had taken off my blouse before continuing. While she stared at my white, satin bra she started taking off her blouse, very slowly.
"Good," I whispered, "Keep breathing."
After another minute of pointless breathing, I whispered, "Now let's take off the bra."
She didn't object this time, but still let me go first. When my tits came into view, she gasped inadvertently. She stared at them, while she slowly and hesitantly reached back to unclasp her own bra. Extremely slowly, she took it off and put it down next to her on the couch.
"Good, Isabelle," I whispered, "Now just do as I do..."
She stared at me with big eyes as I took my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and started tugging them slightly. Clearly suspicious about my unorthodox methodology, but too horny to object, she followed my example. Before long, we were openly playing with our nipples.
Part of me wanted to push on, but I sensed that she wasn't ready yet, so reluctantly I said, "That's enough for today, Isabelle. Can you come back tomorrow? It's important that we don't leave too much time in between these sessions."
"Uh sure," she gasped, both relieved and disappointed. She quickly grabbed her bra and covered her tits back up as soon as humanly possible.
"I'd like to see you again tomorrow," I said, triggering expectations, as I started putting on my bra as well, "Can you book a slot in my online calendar?"
"Uh yeah, no problem," she said as she started buttoning up her blouse. As soon as the both of us were fully dressed again, I escorted her towards the door, eager to get dicked by her son.
"Jason?" I said, inviting him in.
He jumped up, almost a little too eager. As he stumbled in, I walked over to my desk, took the picture of Isabelle he had provided me with and walked over to the couch. The 'breathing exercise' with Isabelle had left me pretty raunchy, so I took off my skirt and panties and kneeled down in front of the middle cushion, pushing my face into it.
And as if that position wasn't submissive or slutty enough, I now started holding the picture over my head, making it crystal clear what I wanted him to do.
"Jesus," he gasped as he stepped up to me. I took him less than ten seconds to take off his pants and boxers and stuff his big cock up my slutty twat.
"Say her name," I moaned, as he started thrusting into me, rocking me back and forth.
"Oh mom," he grunted, "Take my fucking cock!"
"Yeah," I grunted, "You think of her when you're jacking off, don't you?"
"Sometimes... yeah, shit," he exclaimed.
"Do you fantasize about fucking her pussy?"
"Yes."
"Her mouth?"
"Yes."
"Ass [moan]?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah!" he grunted, clearly close to cumming.
"Look at the cunt's picture and cum inside of me, Jason... call me mommy!'
"Oh mommy," he sighed, as he started climaxing violently inside of me.
"That's it," I giggled as I glanced back over my shoulder, still keeping the picture up.
"Fuck mom... shit," he grunted as he continued dumping his cum inside of me. Afterwards, he pulled out of me and slumped down on the adjacent couch, his spent dick dangling in between his thighs.
It was time to strip him of his last shred of respect for his mom -- and by extension for me and women in general.
"You know Jason, I think you can stop using the word mom each time you talk about her," I said as I pulled my skirt back into place, not bothering with my panties. I then unbuttoned my blouse and opened it up, showing him my bra.
"It's just the two of us here, you can call her one of those nasty words you sometimes use," I continued, as I kneeled down in front of him and put my hand on his wet, spent dick.
"You mean... slut?" he whispered as he gawked down at me, running my whore tongue up and down his wrinkled shaft.
"For example," I smiled, licking his ball sack, being as nasty as I could be, "Whore, cunt, slut, bitch... you can call her whatever you want. The point is there is no need to be so formal when you're talking about her. It's not like you have any respect for her, is it?"
"I... uh...," he stammered, completely stumped.
"Is there a word she really hates?" I asked, licking and kissing his balls.
"Uh... cunt," he replied, "She... uh... definitely hates that one."
"Alright then," I grinned, suckling on his small tip, tasting myself, "We'll use that one."
"So, how's the jacking off going at home?" I asked, after about fifteen more seconds of sucking.
"Fine, I guess," he replied.
"I guess you still pump it every chance you get?"
"I do," he grunted.
"And how's the cunt taking it?" I whispered.
"Well," he replied, clearly a little awkward about me referring to her like that, "You told me to be extra nice, so I made sure she didn't find any of my sperm."
"Does that mean you're cleaning up after yourself?" I asked, tugging his dick with two fingers.
"No," he chuckled, amused by the notion that he would clean up his own spunk, "I just shoot it where she... where the cunt won't find it."
"Like where?" I asked, rewarding him for insulting her by swallowing him whole and swirling my tongue around his cock and balls.
"Under her bed," he grunted, "Or in the back of her underwear drawer, in the garage, in the laundry hamper..."
"And I assume you think of her when you cum?"
"Sometimes yeah," he whispered.
"Do you find it hard to sexualize the cunt?"
"At first, it was a little awkward, but it's getting easier," he grinned, as I felt a stir in his young cock.
"Good," I whispered, "She's just a pair of tits and a set of holes, just like me... remember that!"
"Hmm," he grunted, "Then maybe I should start calling you a dirty name as well."
I guess I had that one coming...
"Do you have one in mind?" I whispered excitedly.
"Slut?" he grunted, "Or whore?"
I looked up at him as I slowly sucked his growing cock, waiting for him to come up with a better one.
"How about bitch?" he asked.
"Oooh," I grinned, feeling my pussy twitch, "That's a good one!"
"Okay then, bitch it is!" he chuckled as his cock grew significantly harder in my mouth.
"Fuck yeah," I gasped, feeding off his unchecked arrogance.
"I would ask [grunt] for a reason," he grunted as I was bobbing my head up and down his erection, "But the truth is [moan]... I really don't give a fuck!"
Shit. He was saying all the right things, making my pussy throb. I quickly slipped two fingers up my twat and started fingering the shit out of it.
"I am going to turn your cunt of a mother into a depraved slut... one you can fuck and use whenever and however you want," I blurted out, as I furiously pumped his dick with one hand -- my other hand busy pleasuring myself, "Just like me!"
"Whatever you say, bitch!" he grunted, his fat cock pulsing in my delicate hand.
My god, that was it! I couldn't control myself any longer. I needed to be degraded.
"We're almost out of time," I gasped, "Shoot me in the fucking face and get out!"
Immediately, he pushed my hand away and started pumping himself furiously, aiming straight for the center of my face. I tilted my head up submissively and even hung my tongue lewdly out of my mouth, being the biggest whore I could be.
Shivers ran up my spine as his sperm started splattering on my face. It wasn't the biggest load I'd had ever taken, but it sure was enough to stoke the fire down in my pussy -- hard enough for me to climax around my fingers.
"Fucking bitch," he whispered, timed to perfection -- in the middle of my orgasm.
When his balls were empty, he zipped up, turned and simply left, walking out the door. I considered getting myself off properly for a moment, but eventually decided against it, as I still had a full schedule of patients to get through.
I quickly put my clothes back on, washed my hands and face and then took a seat at my desk. I took a look at my schedule for the rest of the day. One assessment interview, two handjobs, a couple of blowjobs, some moderate fucking and three, maybe four cunts to eat out. Another typical Wednesday.
The next day, Isabelle had selected a particularly inconvenient time slot in my online calendar. I had just licked Mrs. Hathaway's cunt for nearly half an hour, letting her squirt in my face twice -- while her husband was sitting in the waiting room, with one of the worst cases of blue balls I'd ever seen.
I had helped Mrs. Hathaway train her husband over the years. As far as the poor chap was concerned, his wife was frigid -- and even putting out once a month was difficult for her. On top of that, she'd fooled him into believing that even thinking of masturbation was a form of cheating.
She got off on denying him, on making him suffer and crave for sex. It made her wet, knowing that he was almost perpetually hard for her, but wasn't allowed to touch her -- or himself. Meanwhile, she was getting dicked on an almost daily basis, being a willing whore for a bunch of other men.
As usual, we'd started off with a conversation amongst the three of us. I'd made sure that my skirt had 'accidentally' ridden up quite high, so that I was showing quite some thigh. As my cleavage was pretty plunging as well, I made sure that Mrs. Hathaway's husband had a really difficult time.
Yes, it was cruel, but Mrs. Hathaway was a rich, paying customer. She'd been a steady source of income for years -- not to mention somewhat of a mentor in the ball-busting and pussy-whipping department. So, after sending hubby back to the waiting room with a giant bulge in his pants, I licked and fingered Mrs. Hathaway through multiple, powerful orgasms.
Anyway, as you can imagine, after all that, I wasn't particularly in the mood for another 'breathing exercise' with Isabelle. I therefore decided to ask Jason to come in first, to let him have his way with me. As he closed the door behind him, I slid my skirt down to my feet and whispered, "I sure hope you're hard."
He grinned and took his fat, still only half-hard, cock out of his trousers.
"God, I want you to put that thing up my ass," I said as I stepped out of my panties and got on all fours, facing the couch -- my bare ass sticking out towards him.
"Fuck," he whispered softly as he took off his trousers.
"There's lube in my desk, second drawer on the left," I moaned as I reached in between my legs and rubbed my clit in anticipation of his cock. Jason rushed over to my desk, looked for and found the lube and walked back up to me, as he applied a generous amount of it to his growing dick.
He dropped to his knees and clumsily placed his slippery tip against my ass hole.
"Ready... bitch?" he asked, oozing testosterone and arrogance.
"Give it to me," I moaned, and then braced myself.
It took him a few, slow shoves to get it halfway in there -- but once he was in, his dick felt amazing. I lowered my head onto the seat, looking to the left. I was as horny as he was.
"Pull my hair," I sighed.
Jason grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, as he continued to slam into me.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I gasped. I let him pound into me like that for as long as he wanted. But then, towards the end of that torrid fuck session, he made a mistake.
"Can I cum on your face?" he blurted out.
Somewhat disappointed, I jumped up, forcing his dick out of me and scurried away, moving to the other side of the room as quickly as I could. I then looked at him and explained myself, "Don't ask for permission, Jason... we're sluts, whores, bitches... cunts, you don't ask... you just take!"
"Alright, I am sorry," he whined, grabbing his fat cock, "Now, come here... bitch!"
"Too little, too late, Jason, you've squandered this chance," I said harshly, running both hands through my hair, barely able to keep my lust contained myself.
"Oh, come on," he said disappointed as he started walking towards me.
"No Jason, it's a hard lesson, but a necessary one," I said, stepping away, maintaining the distance between us.
"Fuck," he said, realizing he wasn't getting any this session. Annoyed and frustrated, he quickly put his clothes back on and stormed out of the office. After taking a minute to calm myself down and getting dressed again, I invited Isabelle in. As our eyes met across the waiting room, Jason shot me a frustrated, angry look.
"So, Isabelle," I said, walking up to her as she sat down on the couch in her usual spot. I could tell from her body language that she'd been looking forward to this particular session.
"Did you play with yourself last night?" I blurted out, as I sat down across from her.
"What?" she reacted shocked, "No, I don't..."
"Isabelle," I whispered, "The whole point of these exercises is to become at ease with yourself, with your sexuality, and especially with the act of pleasuring yourself."
"I uh..."
"Don't worry," I interrupted her with a smile, "We'll go slow."
As I started taking off my blouse, she hesitantly -- although less than the day before -- started unbuttoning hers as well. I then unclasped my bra in the front and showed her my tits. Excitedly, she reached back and slowly unhooked her black bra, showing me her rack. So far, no problem.
Not wanting to lose momentum, I immediately started squeezing my tits and tugging my nipples. She gawked at them and started touching her own tits as well -- albeit in a softer, more tender way. We kept this up for about a minute. Then, I got up and started unzipping my skirt.
"What are you doing?" she asked, shocked once again -- or at least pretended to be.
"Relax Isabelle, it's just us girls here," I softly replied, "I am just moving to the next phase. You're a bit out of practice, but I am sure you remember what comes next, don't you?"
By mocking her lack of sexual experience, I forced her to go on the defensive. As a result, she now wanted to prove herself -- to me, but also to herself.
"Yes, of course I know," she barked, staring at me as I slid down my skirt, then my panties, "I uh... I just didn't... uh... know we were going all the way."
"I am," I whispered softly, as I sat back down and opened my legs wide.
"But you don't have to do anything you're not ready for," I continued, calling her out again. She hesitated for a few seconds, but then started wriggling out of her skirt and stepped out of it, without getting up from her seat. Meanwhile, she kept staring at my twat and at my fingers, rubbing my clit.
Timidly, she put her fingers on her own clit -- through her panties -- and started moving them left to right.
I watched her for about thirty seconds, then asked softly, "You're not taking off your panties?"
"No," she said rebelliously, "I don't have to, do I?"
I chuckled and gave her a very wide grin. At the same time, I slid two fingers up my twat and started producing sopping noises -- designed to edge her on even further.
"What's so funny?" she asked, a little irritated as she glanced down at my cunt.
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"You're a lot nastier than I gave you credit for," I smiled, "Keeping your panties on... knowing fully well that you're going to get them all wet."
By intentionally mistaking her shyness for wickedness, I had her questioning herself.
"You want your panties soaking wet for the car ride home, don't you?" I said, pushing on, "With Jason sitting right next to you."
She gasped. She obviously hadn't thought that far ahead.
"You little slut," I grinned. That did it! She pushed her panties aside and slipped her middle finger up her twat. The notion I had put into her head -- although completely untrue -- apparently appealed to her and aroused her greatly. I had her exactly where I wanted her. It was now or never!
"I know it would be unprofessional, Isabelle, but would you mind if I sucked on your tits? They're so beautiful. So big and fat..."
Too horny to decline my lewd offer, she shook her head and sighed, "No, go ahead!"
I stopped masturbating and got on my knees in front of her. I kept looking her in the eye for as long as I could, before putting my mouth on her right tit. She gasped and started fingering a little faster. I sucked and licked her right tit for about two minutes, then moved onto the left one.
When I looked up at her again, I noticed that her lust had completely taken over. All that yearning and desire, repressed for so many months -- and years -- finally had a way out.
"Is there something else you want me to suck, Isabelle?" I groaned playfully.
She looked me dead in the eye, realizing what I was asking. She hesitated, if only for a moment. Slowly, but more forcefully than ever, she put her free hand on the back of my head and pushed it down in between her legs. At the same time, she slipped a second finger up her twat.
I stuck out my tongue and started licking her panties -- soaking them with my saliva -- less than an inch away from her fingers, plunging in and out of her sodden twat. We kept this up for several minutes, after which I could feel her grip on my head weakening, as she was approaching an orgasm -- no doubt the first one in quite a while.
I promptly moved my head a little bit to the left and slipped my tongue in between her fingers, making her gasp. Whatever hesitation she'd had moments before, was all gone. She shoved my face down again, this time right up against her fingers -- and her twat.
Pleased with her reaction, I moaned approvingly and continued licking her wherever I could; in between her wet fingers, her clit, her panties, her thigh...
"Oh, you slut!" she gasped excitedly.
"Yes, I am," I muttered, "Now, squirt me in my fucking face!"
"Oh!" she shrieked. It had been years since anyone had orally serviced her -- or talked to her like that, for that matter. Surrendering to her raging and uncontrollable lust, she grabbed my head with both hands and started groaning and moaning, as she started humping my face, grinding her twat into it, desperate for that long overdue climax.
She arched her back and started shuddering as the first convulsions started rippling through her body. I knew the sensation she was experiencing right now. It had seen it and triggered it in so many of my patients. That wonder as to why they had denied themselves these feelings for so long.
Some weeks, some months... some years.
I gave Isabelle a wonderful, immensely intimate climax. One that made her turn her head from left to right and back again, barely able to keep herself from screaming. While she kept her left hand on my head -- mainly for show, as I didn't need to be coerced to keep licking her -- her right hand couldn't quite settle on what to do.
It mauled her tits for a while, then ran through her hair, then grabbed the back of the couch she was bucking and rocking against. Eventually, she even slipped the two fingers, which had been in her twat, into her mouth and started sucking on them. She was feeling so nasty...
She climaxed for nearly two minutes straight and although she wasn't a squirter, because of all the grinding and humping she was doing, my face was pretty moist by the time I finally popped my head up. Isabelle just laid there, completely out of breath, panting and gasping.
I softly licked her twat for a few more minutes, keeping her completely relaxed for as long as I could. I knew that she'd feel bad and have nothing but doubts and regrets from the moment she'd snap out of it. I had seen it so many times before -- the human brain is nothing if not predictable.
"Do you... I mean... do I need to... you know... reciprocate?" she asked nervously.
"No, I am good," I chuckled, "You can go."
"Just... like that?" she asked, feeling pretty cheap all of a sudden.
I got up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and replied, "Unless you want me to make you cum again. I could finger you this time... or lick and eat you at the same time."
"No," she blurted out, not sure if she'd be able to cope with another climax so soon.
I put my clothes back on and she did the same. She didn't say another word, and I knew better than to try and start a conversation with her right now. When she was fully dressed and ready to leave, I walked up to her and reached under her skirt, putting my flat, right hand against her soaking wet panties.
"Have fun," I smiled. Too embarrassed to say anything, she suppressed a grin and stepped back, then turned and walked over to the door.
"I'll see you in two days, Isabelle," I reminded her of our next appointment. I knew that she was probably already thinking of cancelling it for some bogus reason. Her shame and misplaced sense of propriety would surely compel her to try and avoid me, at least for the immediate future.
I accompanied her into the waiting room, where Jason was impatiently waiting for another crack at me. When he saw us walking out, he jumped up, assuming I'd be game -- as I usually was. But this time, I wasn't just going to give it away. I needed something from him in return.
"I know we still have fifteen minutes left, but I propose that, in the light of recent events, we end this session here," I stated. Even though Jason and Isabelle interpreted recent events quite differently, they both lowered their heads in shame and remorse.
But, as I had expected and hoped, Jason's bulge -- not to mention his arrogance -- wasn't simply going to take no for an answer that easily.
"Wait doc," he blurted out as he jumped up, "I'd like to continue the conversation we had earlier. You... uh, said some things that really struck a nerve."
I bet, I thought to myself as I glanced down at his bulging crotch.
"Alright, just for a minute then," I smirked. He calmly followed me back into my office and closed the door behind him.
"So, what was so important?" I asked, deliberately keeping my back towards him, knowing fully well how desperately horny he probably was.
"You fucking bitch," he grunted, as he wrapped his arms around me, grabbed my blouse with both hands and yanked it open. Nearly all of the buttons flew off. Remembering that my bra unlocked in the front, he quickly undid it, setting my big tits free.
He then grabbed both of them and started mauling them pretty roughly as he pressed himself up against me, wedging his rock-hard cock into the small of my back.
I chuckled and mocked him, "A little frustrated, are we?"
He turned me around and pushed me down on my knees with one hand, while he took out his huge dick with the other -- insolently slapping it against my face a couple of times.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, staring crossed-eye at his enormous purple tip, dangling barely an inch in front of my nose.
"Taking what I want," he replied, as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and held my face under his dick, which he started pumping with his right hand. I grinned. My training was paying off. I was so close to achieving my goal. I just needed to make sure that Isabelle would keep her next appointment.
That's where Jason would come in. I had a feeling that he'd be very accommodating in just a few minutes. I looked up at him and didn't say another word, letting him do his thing. He stroked and pumped -- and eventually shot his disgusting load all over my face.
He took great pleasure in rubbing his throbbing cock all over my cheeks, chin, forehead, hairline and even my eye sockets. He really wanted to humiliate and degrade me after I'd told him off earlier. I let him -- thoroughly enjoying every second of it.
When he was done, I carefully opened my left eye -- the right one was plastered shut -- and asked, "Could you do me a favor, and make sure your mother keeps her next appointment? I've got the feeling she'll try and back out of it."
"What's in it for me?" he blurted out. Apparently, me taking his sperm in my face wasn't enough. God, his arrogance was making me wet.
I smiled and said, "You'll be able to fuck her... how's that?"
He looked at me hesitantly. If I had insufficiently perverted his brain to lust after his own mother, he would decline my offer and walk out -- while probably calling me a freak.
Fortunately, he did none of those things, so I pushed on.
"I'll turn her into a complete slut for you," I promised, "But she can't miss her next appointment!"
"Don't worry, she won't," he whispered, sounding pretty sure of himself.
"Bye bitch," he whispered as he pulled his pants up and walked out of my office.
Two days later, I had cleared my entire schedule for my appointment with Isabelle and Jason. This was going to be the one. I was actually nervous. It had been a while since I'd invested this much time and energy in just one little 'project'.
I let the boy in first.
"Alright Jason, this is it. If you do exactly what I say, your mother will be your whore be the end of this session. Are you okay with that?"
"Do you think I'd be here if I wasn't? I practically had to drag her here..."
I smiled and got down on my knees.
"Alright then. First of all, I need you to shoot me in the face. Make it a big, disgusting load!"
"Whatever you say, doc," he grinned, as he took out his massive pole and started stroking it.
It was pretty clinical and detached, almost like a business transaction. I just sat there on my knees, watching him pump his fat shaft. Four long minutes later, he unceremoniously unloaded onto my face, without as much as a grunt. My nose and right cheek caught most of it, but he also spattered my forehead, hairline and my chin.
"Alright," I said, as I casually got up, "Now, I need you to go to the waiting room and pump yourself hard again. In about ten minutes, I need you to come back in -- I'll leave the door ajar -- and plunge your fat dick up your mother's cunt. Do you think you can do that?"
He nodded, a little overwhelmed. Then, he zipped back up and walked to the door.
"Ten minutes," I reminded him as I followed him out. He nodded.
"Come on in, Isabelle," I whispered, holding the door open. I made sure I kept the left side of my face -- the cleanest -- pointed at her as I let her in and closed the door behind her -- only to leave it slightly ajar, as I'd promised Jason.
"I must confess that I had some reservations about coming here today, doc," she sighed as she slowly moved to the couch, "After what happened last time, I... I wasn't sure... but Jason kept going on about how important these sessions were to him, so..."
I sat down on the table right in front of her seat and leaned my face in closer, making sure she could see her son's sperm on my slut face.
"Well, whatever the reason is... I am glad you're here," I replied casually.
She looked me straight in the eye, noticed the cum and stammered, as she pointed at her own face, "Is... is that... uh... what I think it is?"
"Oh right," I said, acting as if I didn't remember it was there, softly scooping up a little glob from my left cheek with my right index finger and putting it in my mouth, "Yes, that's Jason's..."
Shocked beyond words, she just gawked at me for a moment and stammered, "You... you let him... cum... on you... on your face?"
"Where do you think all that sperm went, Isabelle? When you no longer wanted him to shoot all over the house, it needed to go somewhere. He couldn't just magically make it disappear," I grinned.
She was baffled and visibly appalled.
"I knew coming here was a mistake," she whispered as she started to get up from her seat.
"He fucks me too, you know," I blurted out, "He fucks my pussy, Isabelle... and my ass!"
"Alright, I am out of here," she shouted, as she jumped up and headed for the door.
"He pretends I am you," I fibbed. That made her stop dead in her tracks.
"Look under that cushion if you don't believe me," I said, pointing at the couch cushion right next to where she'd been sitting. Curiously, she slowly lifted the cushion and found the large picture of herself I had planted there, just before this session.
Shocked once again, she collapsed back down in her seat, staring at the picture. While she was distracted, I reached out and gently squeezed her left boob. She immediately slapped my hand away and yelled, "What do you think you're doing, you crackpot?"
Her confusion and shock turned into anger.
"You call yourself a doctor? My god! I should fucking report you. What kind of doctor lets her patients fuck her? And cum in her... face?"
"First of all," I whispered, reaching out for her tit again, "I don't call myself doctor."
Isabelle slapped my hand away again.
"Doctor is what it says on my license," I said, reaching out for her tit a third time, "I call myself slut or whore, because that's what my patients usually end up calling me... and that's exactly what I am."
"I know you want to be a slut and a whore too, Isabelle. I can see it," I whispered after she'd pushed my hand away a third time. When she noticed my hand reaching for her rack a fourth time, she thought she knew what I was going to do. She was distracted. This was it!
I quickly stuck my other hand under her skirt, catching her completely off guard and managed to push her panties aside and slip two fingers up her soaking wet twat -- before she realized what was going on.
She gasped and moaned, "Oh, you bitch!"
Isabelle quickly moved both hands down to her crotch, but we both knew she wasn't going to stop me. She was too damn horny. When I put my other hand on her tit again and tugged her nipple, she just gave up -- realizing that she didn't have the inclination, nor the coordination to stop me.
I decided to talk some more smut, to further chisel away at her resistance.
"You know, he makes me hold your picture up when he fucks me."
"My god, why [moan] would you [moan] agree to that [moan] you fucking whore?" she grunted, telling herself that as long as she, at least, pretended to fight me, she wasn't going along with this madness.
"Because, Isabelle," I replied, "Your son's got a huge, fat dick. And because his cum tastes like fucking chocolate cake, but mainly... and I can't stress this enough, because I am a fucking whore!"
"Oh god," she moaned, "You fucking skank."
She arched her back, looked at me with a contorted face of disgust and shock as she trusted her pelvis against my hand, fucking my fingers. I kept manhandling her tits and finger fucking her as I glanced at the clock behind her, on the wall. The ten minutes I had given Jason were almost up.
Another forty seconds or so later -- by now, Isabelle was well on her way to a powerful orgasm -- Jason slithered in. Although he hardly made any noise, we both noticed him instantly. Isabelle, startled, immediately brought both her hands down to her twat, pushed my fingers out and tried -- in an obviously futile effort -- to cover herself up.
"Come here," I said as I looked to Jason, extending my hand.
"What do you think you're doing?" Isabelle asked, shocked that I didn't immediately ask him to leave.
"He's going to fuck you," I replied casually.
"Oh no, he's not!" she screamed as she looked at him. It was only then that she noticed his young, massively rock-hard cock, lewdly sticking out. Her body betrayed her and shivered at the mere sight of it. Her pussy desperately longed to be penetrated, by a real dick -- even if it was her son's.
Her overwhelming lust and her maternal instincts were fighting for control over her body. For now, the later was winning -- but it was clearly a close call. Realizing that she needed a nudge in the right direction, I quickly placed my hands on her shoulders while moving behind the couch.
I wasn't strong enough to keep her pinned down for long, but hopefully long enough for Jason to do his thing. I could only hope that I had fucked him up enough so that he wouldn't hesitate. I looked up at him while I was holding down his struggling mother and whispered, "Fuck her! Shove your dick in her pussy!"
Jason stepped up, grabbed his dick in his right hand and kneeled down, bringing his dick to within attack range. It was as if Isabelle's twat could smell him. The closer he came, the more she squirmed and the less she seemed to resist. Still, her mind wasn't quite convinced yet.
"Jason, no..." she pleaded, as he used his left hand to push both her hands away from her twat. He did so very tenderly -- not needing any force. As soon as she felt his fat cock slipping in, she was a goner. Not only did she stop whining, she also started shaking and shuddering.
The deeper he went, the more her body tensed up and the more incredulous -- and shocked -- she gawked at him.
"God, you're so big!" she gasped, now feeling all of his eight inches inside of her. Next, Jason slowly pulled about three quarters of his dick out, paused for a few seconds and then slammed it back in.
Isabelle climaxed instantly, throwing her head left and right while screaming loudly. Realizing the state she was in, he took advantage of the situation and started fucking her, hard and deep, gradually picking up the pace.
"It's time for you to see her tits, Jason," I exclaimed, as I moved out from behind the couch and got on my knees right next to him, "Rip her blouse!"
Isabelle shot me a dirty look, but before she could respond, he grabbed her blouse with both hands and easily tore it to shreds. Impressed and further aroused by his obvious physical strength, she gasped and continued climaxing.
"Good, now her bra!" I edged him on. That struck a nerve.
Isabelle immediately tensed up, covered her rack with both arms and protested, "Jason, no... not the bra, it's silk and..."
"Don't listen to her," I whispered, interrupting her, "You have a right to see her tits! She's yours now! Your slut..."
Shocked by my words, Isabelle shot me another angry look, as well as she could -- as she was still getting dicked, hard and deep. Meanwhile, having made his mind up, Jason reached out both hands and softly grabbed her arms. Instantly, she clenched them even tighter around her rack, not planning on giving up this particular struggle.
Jason could have used his superior strength to force the issue, but he didn't. Instead, he simply looked her in the eye and kept slamming into her. Her orgasm, which had been briefly interrupted, quickly returned -- even more powerful than before. It quickly started eroding her resolve.
She trashed, moaned and violently convulsed for several minutes -- until she no longer had the will, nor the energy to resist. At a certain point, she just didn't care about the bra anymore. She was ready to surrender, completely and unconditionally.
Jason realized that and it only fed his arrogance. He gently nudged her arms out of the way, grabbed both cups of her bra and waited. Isabelle, still getting dicked, glanced down at his hands and gasped -- realizing what she was allowing him to do. And what she wanted him to do next.
Jason ripped them clean off. With one forceful tug, which made her shriek, he brought her fat tits out into the open. The center part and the straps of her bra were undamaged, but there was nothing left of either cup. Isabelle moaned and started cumming even harder, looking straight up into his eyes.
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He continued slamming into her as he groped and roughly manhandled her tits. Isabelle, way beyond caring at this point, started screaming at the top of her lunges as she was experiencing the best orgasm in years -- quite possibly of her entire life.
Right after her first climax, there was a second one, and then, about a minute later, a third. Jason didn't even care and just kept pumping his fat dick in and out of her, tirelessly. I must admit that I was a bit jealous of her, getting fucked into a useless, whining, little pulp.
After getting almost no response from her anymore for a while -- except for some feeble, exhausted moans and grunts -- Jason started losing interest.
"I am done with her," he suddenly said, pulling his dick out of her, "Where do I... you know?"
Excited by his blatant disrespect and arrogance, I asked, "Where would you like to cum?"
He hesitated.
"In my face again?" I proposed. Isabelle once again gave me a shocked look.
"Or... why don't you fuck my mouth for a bit and then shoot it up your new slut?" I whispered, as I lowered my head into her lap -- anticipating a positive response from Jason. Barely five seconds later, he was sliding his wet, fat dick in and out of my piehole.
As expected, the realization that I was willingly tasting his mother's twat on his fat dick was a big turn-on. After pumping my face for about a minute or so, he was ready to wrap things up. He pulled his throbbing dick out of my slut mouth and plunged it back in Isabelle's twat -- just three inches down.
Before she realized what was going on, he'd started banging her again, ravaging her already battered cunt. Surprised at his renewed vigor, Isabelle grabbed the back of the couch with both hands, grasping the fabric as her face contorted in shock and pleasure.
With her mouth open wide, she watched her son fuck himself to a finish -- deep inside of her. Even if she'd wanted to whine or complain, she simply didn't have the mental clarity anymore. His wild fucking sent her into yet another climax.
"Fuuuuuuck," she moaned as she started bucking and trashing again. Jason couldn't be bothered with her predicament and just kept doing what he was doing -- driving her absolutely insane. About ten seconds later, he roared loudly and indifferently dumped his load inside of her.
When it was over, he pulled out and wiped the last of his spunk on my nose and his mother's inner left thigh. Then, he slumped down in the adjacent couch, feeling pretty good about himself.
"Well," I said as I stood up and glanced down at my two patients, "That went well!"
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